Portia de Rossi Quotes

I never hurt anybody; I only hurt myself and my family. I never did anything mean to anybody, I was just mean to myself.

I think I'm really quite horrible to myself in many ways.

I have trouble keeping a lid on the self-hatred.

I promote my own self-hatred.

If you want to beat me up, feel free. You cannot beat me up more than I have already beaten up myself.

When somebody says something bad about you, they feel bad about themselves in some way.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

I have a list a mile long of faults that sometimes bring me to my knees in self-hatred.

My feelings about myself have been terrible.

I think I beat myself up more than anyone else.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

As a youth, I hated myself for not being good enough. All my inadequacies and failures, not being kind enough, generous or understanding enough, would assail me at night. It became a habit to be guilty and self castigating, not liking myself because I was unworthy... I really tortured myself.

Nobody abuses us more than we abuse ourselves.

I have been a depressed person most of m life. I was always in the throes of self-hatred.

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.

At 9:10 I'm going to be filled with self-hatred.

When you live with voices in your head, you are drawn inextricably to voices outside your head. Very often the voices work to confirm your worst suspicions. Or think of things you could never have imagined! There are only so many hours of the day to hate yourself.

Humans punish themselves endlessly for not being what they believe they should be. They become very self-abusive, and they use other people to abuse themselves as well.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

Remember the pain?' thought Artemis. I hate myself. I really do.

The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.

Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

Self-loathing is the silent hemorrhaging of the soul. You don't feel or see the life force fleeing until it's not longer there, and then, of course, it's too late.